Daniel and Marysia around Australia: Weipa to Bertie Creek, Cape York

The only caravan park in Weipa on the foreshore (no you cant' swim)

As we left Weipa behind the next day the plan was to get telegraph station perhaps to stay
the night. Arriving there at 11.30 in the morning the crew made the decision to head on north up to Bramwell Junction. Here at the roadhouse you could refuel, freshen up, stretch the legs and
grab a bite to eat looking at some classic photos taken over the years of cars that had taken the Old Telegraphic Track. After meeting a group of lads that had just come back taking the Old Telegraphic Track the crew made the decision to head down the track just a little ways to see what it had to offer.

Foreshore beconning.....so are the crocs!

We pulled in at the first Creek crossing not knowing what to expect. Ahead of us was a family convoy of 4 vehicles all pulling their camper trailers. Let's just say that there were lots of people making lots of gasps as we all surveyed the first crossing. It was a pretty steep gradient with lots of deep ruts, grey thick mud before eventually striking through the creek's waters to get to the other side. One vehicle after another slowly paced their way before it was our turns. Stew didn'think it a good idea at first but Daniel said it could be done in Stew's vehicle. Once that hurdle over,there was no stopping Stew or Daniel. Both Les and I, also feeling the adrenalin rush, got through the mud, down to the other side of the creek, wading through the water in our thongs, getting wet, no fear!!!,more like not watch out for the crocs but the cars was more important. I mean this was only the first creek with many more to come.

Time for a car wash!

Daniel.......and his beard!

Inch by inch Stew came down the gully first, through the muddy bank before crossing the creek
and up the other side. Well done! cheers from the girls before Daniel made his approach in much the same manner. Carefully positioning the car from left to right so as not to encounter damage. The trek is just beginning! All over, done and on the other side we made our way North along the Old Telegraph Track to the next creek crossing. Much of the day continued in this manner. The girls of the Cape York crew would get out make their way through the creek to the other side as the men held their course trekking through obstacles of rock pools,
deep waters, strong currents, mud slides, and us capturing them on photos, film for future presentation to friends, family at home and for our own incredible memorabilia.

Daniel and his beard. Marysia and her plats!

After almost 6 hours on the track it was time to call it a day where we made camp at Bertie Creek, which also had to be crossed. Another couple had made this their camp site for the night and obligingly Phil helped Stew and Daniel to get across the tricky creek. Sheila and Phil joined us for some afternoon conversation of what to expect further down the track and sights to see before calling it a night after a quiet dinner.

Since the previous night had been very warm, no showers in the area the only other best thing to do to clean up, freshen up to get ready for the next day's trek was to wash in the creek. The Cape York crew, no fear in any of them, with bathers on, coffees in hand, ventured to the creek for the morning swims joined in with Phil and Sheila. An unbelievable experience at 7.00am in the morning swimming in the creek in Winter (although
dry season here!). One not to be forgotten ever I'd say!